Chicken Scratch Blues [Esme, Riza, Closed]

[Nerina Lif]

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[attr="class","text-area"]"Okay, uh... huh." She blinked at the package again. It was water damaged, on top of the fact that it looked like it had been addressed by a child. The clearest part of the address read "Cassel Towen," and knowing what she knew about kids, that seemed like a logical enough way to spell Castle Town. That was how Nerina found herself traveling through the city gates into the largest metropolis in Hyrule.[break][break]

"You think that's a five?... maybe it's a two?? An 'S'??" she mumbled helplessly, the questions halfway directed at Octavian. "I wish I could track them down and ask them to rewrite the address. This is impossible." She groaned, stopping briefly to drop a legible, cleanly written letter in a mailbox. "You think those first four letters are 'A-W-R-N'?" She hopped back up on her horse, making for the city center as a good place to rest, eat some snacks, and puzzle over the mystery package.[break][break]

Noon found her with no better idea as to where the package should be sent. Frustrated, she crunched a bite out of her apple, then offered the rest to Octavian. She studied it for a few seconds longer, then... "There isn't even a return address! This is a complete stalemate!" she burst out. "Ugh, Tavie, what am I gonna dooooo?!"

[attr="class","ooc-area"] respond at your leisure!! ♥[break]Esme Hyrule @riza

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when life gives you lemons
berate it for its bad choices

The worst time of day, besides the obvious answer of whenever the sun was up, was high noon, when most angular shadows disappeared and thereby so did most of what Rizali used to hide away from living in abject horror. She had activated her glamour to pass as one of these Shriekers or whatever they were called, the pale edgy ones who didn’t speak much and had a penchant for knives. Whatever they were, she found that people didn’t bother her nearly so much when she glared at them, as long as it was from behind this face and not her normal one.

Fucking racists.

The city centre was nice, though. She had stolen enough of these roobies or whatever they called them (she refused to call them rubies, they weren’t all red) and gotten a basic grasp on how much currency they each were worth to get by, so she was able to entertain herself when she had to pretend to be one of these loathsome Hylians. Humans? She had heard both and didn’t really know how to tell them apart.

In fact, she had only just recently come across a blessed boon, a shop that served some manner of energising beverage, as if someone had combined courser bee honey with stamella shrooms and mixed it all together without actually using any of those disgusting ingredients and instead just boiled some beans. The first day, she had tried it plain, to see how she might like it, and it had been utterly abhorrent. She sputtered and coughed and nearly vomited on a rabbit running by at the time. But the next day she oddly wanted more, and the strange mortal serving it smiled at her -condescendingly- and offered to make her something sweeter. And that had been quite satisfactory.

She was drinking one of those now as she huddled under an overhang and watched the square. One of these Humylians was discussing her woes with her cow, who seemed more interested in the apple she was eating than anything else. Riza took a sip of her hot, sweetened bean juice and began approaching, curious about this cow capable of holding a discussion, for one.

“Excuse me, mailmortal person,” she began, staring at the cow before its rider, “what are you having trouble with?”

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[attr="class","text-area"]After several months of traveling with the postal service, she'd come to understand that the general population absolutely loved Octavian. Nerina was very, very used to people approaching her horse, and even more used to people offering him treats and petting his nose. (After all, he was extremely handsome. They both knew that quite well.) She'd rather people ask, in general, but it didn't bother her too much. This, however, was a new one for her. [break][break]

"Uh, excuse me?" She blinked at the person who'd approached her horse with the apparent intent of started a conversation with him. Octavian continued munching on his apple, nonplussed. "That's — um, that's my horse? He can't talk, but I can," she offered, bewildered. "If you're willing to help, I'll certainly take it. I'm so over this problem, I'm ready to quit. I've got a package here with an indecipherable address. Want a look?" She offered the spectator the package while she looked them over. A... Sheikah? "And you're welcome to pet Octavian, if you'd like," she offered out of default politeness.

[attr="class","ooc-area"]I'm still weeping over "mailmortal person" ♥[break]Esme Hyrule , @riza

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